After absorbing the cultivation of Elder Qin Baiyun of the Hehuan Sect, it would be easy for Fang Han to break through to the Martial Sect realm, or even the Foundation Establishment realm.
However, his cultivation of the Savage Body Refining Technique has not caught up yet, and his physical body has not been cultivated to its most perfect state, so he has no plans to break through.
Just as Fang Han was about to rush back to the city, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly rang out.
A caravan of more than a dozen horsemen appeared from a bend in the mountain road, galloped over, and surrounded him.
The leader of the horse team was a young man in his mid-twenties dressed in black.
This young master exuded nobility, and the black horse he rode was exceptionally tall and magnificent, without a single stray hair; it was a true divine steed.
The other dozen or so men were all burly, strong-looking men, each carrying a ghost-head saber on their backs.
Although these people were not wearing military armor, they exuded the iron-blooded and fierce spirit of soldiers.
Needless to say, they were all the young master's attendants.
"Young Master Ye, this masked guy came down from Yin Yang Mountain. He's most likely a demon. Should we capture him and interrogate him?"
A bearded man glanced at Fang Han and then spoke obsequiously to the young nobleman.
"Don't make a move. I need to capture this demon myself. I'll hand him over to my father so he won't accuse me of just loafing around all day."
The young nobleman, mounted on his horse, looked down at Fang Han and smiled.
"Delivery to your door."
Fang Han understood the group's intentions and couldn't help but smile faintly.
He was short of horses, and if these people hadn't made things difficult for him, he wouldn't have had a hard time snatching them. But now, he not only had to take the young master's horse, but he also had to beat the guy up.
"What did you say?"
After a moment of surprise, the young master angrily said, "You're wearing a mask in broad daylight, you must be a monstrous person who can't be seen in public. If you obediently surrender, you might still have a chance to live, otherwise I will kill you."
"A sorcerer? If you actually saw a sorcerer, you'd probably be so scared you'd wet yourself."
Fang Han said sarcastically, he had long seen through this young master, he was just a spoiled brat.
"You dare to mock me? You're asking for a beating!"
The young nobleman leaped off the black horse, his right hand forming a claw as he reached for Fang Han's face, intending to remove Fang Han's mask first.
"snort!"
Fang Han let out a cold snort and pointed his sword at the young master's pulse point.
This young nobleman, who was only at the initial stage of martial arts master, was no match for Fang Han. A scream rang out instantly as Fang Han struck his pulse point, and he immediately withdrew his hand.
"May I borrow your horse?"
Before the young master and his men could react, Fang Han let out a long laugh and leaped onto the back of the black horse.
He pulled on the reins, and the black horse leaped up, soaring over the heads of the people and other horses beside it, and galloped away like lightning.
"Chase after them!"
The young nobleman was furious. He immediately pulled one of his attendants off his horse, mounted it, and chased after Fang Han.
The other dozen or so attendants drew their ghost-head sabers and spurred their horses to give chase.
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